After the farewell ceremony, the reinforcements were about to leave, and they packed their last bags, some of whom were already on horseback, waiting for the procrastinating clansmen.

The Frontier Clan is a clan under the Chirikawa tribe, which, as his name suggests, is located on the edge of Apache territory.

Although the territory is remote, the status of the border clans is not low.

Their chief, the Red Shirt, was a respectable elder who now had white hair and a wrinkled face with an occasional smile and a kind eyebrow.

But in fact, the old chief was quite notorious, slaughtering many Mexicans, and cutting off the scalps of a village of white people at every turn.

He killed fiercely, and he ran very well, and after slaughtering a batch, he disappeared without a trace, and the Mexican government arrested him for eight years, but he didn't catch a single hair.

In contrast, the previous chieftain of the border clan was not so powerful, and the Mexican bounty order had only been issued for two years, and the scalp was out of reach.

The Apache hated Mexicans, so the red-shirted chieftains, who had slaughtered many Mexicans, gained great prestige, and the status of the border clans was not ordinary.

A dozen warriors of the Border Clan had already packed up and mounted on their horses, except for one.

"What about the sleepy man?" As the departure was imminent, people looked left and right, but there was no trace of the sleepy man.

The red-shirted chief also frowned, and asked one of his clansmen, "You slept in a tent with him, and you didn't see him?" ”

"No...... The sleepy man has been uncertain for several days, sometimes returning to the tent in the middle of the night. "And he's been talking a lot lately, Galileo, Deathwing, Yu-Gi-Oh, I don't know what it means." ”

"He's definitely obsessed with duel cards!" A sleeping bear man who was building a house not far away interjected, then stretched out his hand and said, "You guys go look in the 'game house' over there." ”

Redshirt glanced in the direction he was pointing, and sure enough, he saw a larger wooden house.

This house is painted in a strange style, with colorful patterns painted on the outside, and it is obviously not a residence.

The red shirt came to the game house, and before he entered the door, he heard a loud noise coming from it, and all kinds of strange terms, especially the word "Yu-Gi-Oh", appeared the most often.

"Kingship has no eternity!"

"There must be a Yu-Gi-Oh!"

"Yu-Gi-Oh! Yu-Gi-Oh! ”

The red shirt entered the game house, and soon saw the sleepy man in the crowd, and the kid was holding several cards in his hand, and his eyes were shining.

The Sleepy Man pointed to a card: "Wind, what is the effect of this character card?" ”

He barely knew the words, and often needed the wind to tell him the description of the cards.

It stands to reason that this kind of full-text blindness is not welcome in playhouses. The Sleepy Man was an exception, and he was apparently not ostracized in any way, but was sought after.

The reason is simple - he is a chess and card genius.

Although limited by his ignorance of words, the card duel in which the Sleepy Man participates is always very slow, but he has a chess and card talent far beyond ordinary people, and in just a few days of exposure to this game, he has shown the level of a master, winning many people in a row.

This game is also a testament to his talent.

Once again, he won, while his opponent hid his face from the humiliation of being defeated by illiteracy.

"The Sleepy Man has won again!"

"Sleepy Man Cow X!" People cheered his name.

The wind slapped him on the shoulder: "Yes, win again!" Now you only need to win one more game in a row and be able to recognize the card descriptions yourself, and you are eligible to challenge Yu-Gi-Oh. ”

The sleepy man was also happy, but before he could be happy, the voice of the red-shirted chief came from behind him: "Have you had enough, we should go back." ”

He suddenly lost his smile, his brows furrowed, and he turned his head: "Chief." ”

"Hurry up, the whole clan will be waiting for you alone!" Redshirt said impatiently, turning to leave the playhouse.

However, the sleepy man's next words almost caused the elder to trip over the floor in front of the threshold: "Chief...... I want to stay here, to stay in Sleeping Bear City. ”

The red shirt came back to look at him, his eyes widened: "What did you say?" ”

The sleepy man took a deep breath: "I want to stay in Sleeping Bear City!" ”

The red shirt blinked, looked at the card next to him, and stretched out his finger: "Just for this?" You're not coming home? ”

"That's just one of the reasons."

"And what's the reason?"

"And, and, more......" The Sleepy Man said three more in a row before he said the following, "And I believe that it won't be long before the Border Clans will move into Sleeping Bear City." ”

", why did we move into Sleeping Bear City?" The red shirt thought that this kid was purely trying to play cards, and glared, "Come back with me!" ”

"No, I'm going to learn writing here." The Sleepy Man insisted, "Chief, we should join Sleeping Bear City as soon as possible, instead of staying in the southwest and fighting the Mexicans, this is the future of Apache." ”

Seeing that he didn't mean to back down, the red shirt was also very annoyed: "You-"

But he didn't have much to do with the sleepy man.

The sleepy man was tall and big, and although he was only sixteen years old, his strength was amazing, and ordinary people did not dare to do anything with him; And the clan members are basically relatives with each other, and the sleepy man, as a junior in the clan, can't really do anything to the red shirt.

"You're really not going back?" The red shirt could only question again and again.

"Not going back." The sleepy man did not hesitate.

In the end, the red shirt could only snort: "Then you kid just stay here, don't go back in the future!" ”

Then turn around and leave.

But the sleepy man said, "Chief, it doesn't matter if I don't go back, you must move the clan here, I heard that the Americans and Mexicans are going to war!" ”

The red shirt blurted out: "Impossible, even if I die and have my scalp cut by the Mexicans, I will never move the border clan into Sleeping Bear City!" ”

Reinforcements left Sleeping Bear, and the Sleepy Men gradually integrated into the city.

Three months later.

Escorted by hundreds of soldiers, a large group of wagons drove into the city from the east, and the people rushed to unload their goods.

The cart was mainly loaded with grain, and in order to avoid a food crisis, Ma Sentry specially asked Clark Town to send people to St. Louis to buy a large amount of food, and a hundred soldiers responded to it to prevent anyone from looting.

In addition to food, the horse whistle also bought a lot of steel and tools for making guns.

He asked his people to unload the various instruments for making guns, and then called Browning: "Look at these, how about they just bought them from the east?" ”

Browning first stepped forward to observe a pair of rifled broaches, lightly touched the head of the knife with his fingers, and nodded: "Not bad." ”

Ma Whistle: "So, can our plan come to fruition?" ”